A Policeman’s BDSM Club Therapy

I crawl out of bed at 11:30am. My body is sore as if I’d been up doing either weights or fucking all night. Ha! But no, I did neither of those. I go to the bathroom to check out the damage. I turn around and look in the mirror and see my ass and back speckled with red, blue and purple spots and long welts. Man, she really did a number on me last night, but it feels good and tingly when I rub them. It’s gonna be hard to sit today, but the constant reminder is sweet and I love nothing more than to serve her and make her happy.

My mistress is Miss Nancy. I met her at a BDSM club. She is petite, sexy and self-assured. She’s a cocky know-it-all who, in general, intimidates men. She doesn’t intimidate me though. She makes me feel like I’m a new man and she is worthy of my respect. I’m a policeman. Don’t laugh. No lie. I can run and take down a guy twice my size. I intimidate most in my daily life. I command respect. But with Miss Nancy, she reaches in and finds a different part of me. No one else can make me submit like she does.

Every other week or so I go to the kink club to meet her and get my “therapy.” I have to go incognito; I wear a mask, a black t-shirt and blue jeans. Only she knows my real job, but is sworn to secrecy. There’s no way this could ever get out. Not only would I be teased, maybe harassed, I might even get fired for this “kinky bondage shit”. It’s a chance I take because it’s worth it. It gets tiring being in charge all the time. Sometimes I need a release.

Miss Nancy says little, it’s as if she can read my mind. All she asked when she saw me was, “are you ready?”

“Yes, mistress,” I replied.

She takes me over to our usual play spot at the club, a wall off the side of the bar with a St. Andrew’s Cross. From her little black bag of toys, ties, floggers and paddles, she pulls out some wrist restraints and attaches me to the rings on the top. She kicks at my feet, indicating she wants me to spread my legs apart. I do so willingly. She does not tie them in place. Part of the challenge is to remember to keep their position.

She starts with a warm up over my clothes. She has this skinny stringy rubber flogger that really burns normally, but through clothing creates just a warm sensation and thud. In between beatings, she comes close and caresses my back and butt gently, or runs her fingers nails down my back, under my shirt. Finally, she decides to pull off my jeans. Miss Nancy wraps her tiny self around my body, her hands reach my belt buckle in front and she proceeds to undo it. I can’t help but laugh a bit to myself while she struggles with my jean zipper. She gets me to put my legs together again so she can lower my pants down to my ankles. I’m wearing a black thong and she lets me keep it on. The club has rules about total nudity anyway. Not that I would arrest her or myself.

And out come the paddles! This woman shows no mercy. At the same time, it’s like I have an ass of leather. It takes a long time to get my ass to blush. I know she is sweating while pounding away at me. From my place on the cross, I imagine how weird it must look to have this tiny lady beating the crap out of a giant policeman.

I feel like she must go through her whole bag of toys on me during a session, but the last one, and most severe to me, is in the form of a long and beautiful leather flogger. It’s suede actually. If she runs it along my body, it feels soft, but when she swings it at me, it brings me to a whole other level. She works it in a figure eight mostly along my butt and the backs of my thighs. This will leave a beautiful mark. I can hear it swinging through the air. And it’s so amazing and sexy to watch her wield it – her face determined and wildly sadistic.

When we have both had enough, she unties me and we collapse in a sweaty heap on the couches in the corner of the club specifically there for recovery purposes. One of her friends brings me a drink and she demands one also. We stay up late at the club, watching all the other scenes and basking in the after-glow. My therapy complete for this week, I go back to being a policeman and wait for my next call from Miss Nancy.

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